-My kids playing Playmobil for seven hours with an old friend Saturday night.

-Asking Reilly to complete some Mission: Impossible task in 1.1 seconds, and her doing it, no problemo.

-The necklace Quinn and Rei got me on etsy for christmas with their names on it, even though I feel like I can't wear any other necklace. And I love that they ordered something from etsy before I ever did.

-Anderson Cooper.

-Introducing my kids to local politicians (Ron Wyden, John Kroger, Gov. Kitzhaber) and letting them see and hear how "politics" isn't some mystical far-off concept.

-Shampooed carpets.

-Justin Bieber.

-Chipotle.

-Possibilities.

-Not getting a hedgehog.

-Skullcandy ear buds baby.

-My kids correcting bad English, bad grammar, and knowing when to hold 'em, and when to fold 'em.

No! I denounce them. The only thing that would feel worse after working out than jumping into a saline pool would be ... a honey pool. It's like Alice in Wonderland and all her goddamned tears, blech. Chlorine baby!